I'm sorry, I spoke too soon.

I'm just going to write this fast so its documented. A few days after I wrote the last post, Nathan started throwing up. He threw up for 6 days straight. I took him to the Dr twice, and the ER once, under direct order from the Dr. He lost like 6 lbs. It was horrible, and of course Steve was on call the first night when it was so bad. I don't like throw up, and neither did our shag rug who had to be retired to the dumpster.

Soon after he revived, it was the baby's turn. He had just a bad cold that turned into wheezing and cough that we had to treat with breathing treatments every 4 hours. We ended up in the ER one night after giving back to back albuterol treatments, but he came out of the scary wheezing zone, and we left before they came and got us (2 hours later).

The good news is... this was almost a month ago, and there has been no sickness to speak of since. Michigan has started to come out of it's deep freeze, and the kids have started to get a little pink back in their cheeks and a spring in their step. I am too. I finally feel like I'm not in survival mode anymore, and that I can actually make a batch of cookies or play on the floor with Nathan and not run into drama.

So I'm writing this to give myself something to look back on and say, 'I lived through that. I can live through just about anything.' I'm grateful its a memory.